Hey everyone, I am Kavya. I am 24 and I work for an IT company in Mumbai.
I travel by the local train daily to get to work and to get back home. I am pretty much normal looking, very fair-skinned, 5’5 tall and weighing around 53 kgs. My figure is 34-25-35 and my boob size is 34C.
This incident happened to me during the summer last year when I was traveling back home from work. I was wearing a white top and jeans with my handbag hung towards my side.
It was a 45-minute commute and those who have lived or been to Mumbai would know the struggles of local train travel. It is one of the most crowded and widely used mode of transport.
But anyways, moving on to the story, I was traveling at 9 pm back home, in the ladies’ compartment and it was pretty crowded as usual. The train had just halted at Kurla station which is one of the most crowded stations and a sea of women just swarmed into the compartment.
I was standing near the exit with my back against the partition, which was a good place to stand if you don’t plan to sit. You get good ventilation, which was necessary as it was too hot and humid that day.
As the compartment got full and packed to the maximum capacity, I was faced against an aunty, maybe in her 30s, wearing a saree. She smiled at me and I smiled back at her, trying to adjust my position so that we were both comfortable enough. She was kind of pretty with a well-maintained body.
Around 10 minutes, I felt she was slightly moving closer and closer to me until our boobs started brushing against each other constantly in sync with the train movements. I didn’t mind it first as I could see the train was pretty crowded.
But when the next station came and some people exited the compartment, this aunty could have slightly moved back. But she stood exactly like before and began swaying a bit deliberately so that our boobs touched.
I was looking outside up till then. I suddenly glanced at her to indicate if she could move back a bit and she was looking directly at me smiling.
She then bit her lips and whispered, “Maza aa raha hai?” (Are you having fun?).
I was shocked and speechless. I looked sideways and the only person next to me was lost in her mobile phone, watching a movie with her earphones on. I looked back at her and tried to move away. But she placed her hands against the partition, locking my position.
The train was crossing the Vashi bridge now, which is a long bridge and there was a bit of time until the next station came.
Now, I was scared and my heart was beating fast. But, I felt excited somehow at the same time. This was something that had never happened to me before. I had heard about stuff like this happening to other women and frankly was a bit turn on.
“Kya kar rahe ho?” (What are you doing?), I asked her.
“Kuch bhi to nahi, kyu kya hua?” (Nothing at all, why, what happened?), She replied, acting dumb.
The stranger aunty then moved her other hand down and touched my thighs. She had covered up well with her bag so that no one in the compartment noticed what she was doing. I could see this was not her first time. She then slowly moved her hands over my pussy and I jumped a bit.
“Please stop it!!”, I told her, switching to English.
“Kya stop karu? Ye?”(Stop what? This?), She replied, pressing my pussy over my jeans. “Daro mat, kuch nahi hoga” (Don’t be scared. nothing will happen).
She began gaining confidence now as I was not resisting much. She began to unbutton my jeans. Then she slowly pulled my zip down until my blue panties were visible.
I was super scared now and looked around. But no one had noticed anything still. Everyone was busy with their mobile phones and also, we were standing next to the exit well covered due to our bags.
She smiled at me again and slowly inserted her hand into my panties. Her warm hands made its way on to my shaved pussy and her middle finger began to enter my pussy rubbing my clit.
I could see she knew what she was doing. I started feeling the pleasure and my pussy had become wet now.
She increased the intensity in which she was rubbing me and I could feel the wetness of my pussy as it began to drip now. She brought her hands back up and it was filled with my pussy juices.
“Bohut maza le rahi hai tu to”, she said and licked her fingers. “Mmm..tasty hai.”
I was stunned and couldn’t believe this was really happening to me. She continued rubbing my pussy again now and began to insert more finger into it. I could feel more and more pleasure now and my eyes began to close automatically as I let out a soft moan.
I didn’t know what happened for the next couple of minutes as I was in heaven and finally, I let out a huge scream, filled with pleasure.
She quickly removed her hands and began to pretend as if nothing was going on. I opened my eyes completely and saw everyone staring at me. That’s when I came back to reality and was totally and completely embarrassed.
I quickly pulled my zip up and buttoned my jeans with one hand, still hiding behind my bag. No one saw what exactly happened, but still, they became suspicious.
“Kya chal raha hai yaha??” (What is going on here??), one lady asked, looking at both of us.
I tried ignoring her and luckily at that exact time, my station came. I quickly stepped out and ran away. That was a totally wild experience that I had.
Later that night in bed, I closed my eyes and imagined myself again on the train with the woman. It was such a hot and wild experience that I was dying to masturbate to it.
But now, when I closed my eyes, the compartment was completely empty and it was just the two of us. We were both completely naked and furiously kissing. She was fucking my pussy with her hands.
At the same time, I moved my hands into my panties, while lying on the bed and began to rub myself. Within 1 minute, I had an orgasm and let out a huge scream. I continued this for another 3-4 times until I was totally exhausted and fell asleep, with a smile on my face.
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